ffed out his chest. He turned his attention to the man in the
or everyone in the front pews to hear. "How are you supposed t
onnie's father started forward, his face red with
ement. It was a sound of
air out of the room. "A pathetic little man," he said, his voice calm and lethal. "Th
a snarl. His pride shattered, he lunged, rea
d never
body coiled and struck. His left hand shot out, a viper of f
ilence of the altar, sharp and brutal en
es buckled. He crashed to the marble floor of the altar, fo
ed this. No one could have imagined the raw, brutal strength
angled gasp escaping her lips. Her ey
, a blinding strobe effect capturi
sobbed, tears of pain and humiliation streaming
his voice a low, deadly whisper, "and
wheelchair and placing her hands firmly on his shoulde
could hear, she bre
nto the floor like a puppet with its strings c
t and dragging him, kicking and screaming, out of the churc
ed a fly. He turned his head slightly to look up at Bonnie, and for the f
ammering, asked, "Shall
ommanded, his tone leavi
y steady as she slid the heavy platinum band onto Ar
to stand. He simply took her hand, turned it over, and pressed his lips to the ba
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